THE HURDLES

If I had left the lodge

in time.

If the bus by which I was

travelling was a bit  more faster

to compensate the delay

if the bus was not 

held up due to a

technical fault

and if it had reached the station

at the scheduled time

thus,

if all hurdles could

be jumped like a fastest

athlete and reached the

finishing point first

I might or might not

have missed the train.

Now that after traversing

a long distance the

train by which I ought

to have travelled

left the station by a whisker

I am resting here on

one of the concrete chairs  on the

platform with my

brief case safely placed on my lap 

at mid-night

looking at the cloudy

sky and feeling the cool breeze

flowing from the opposite direction

I am stranded here in this station

with drowsiness about to

push me into deep sleep

till the arrival of next

train which is supposed

to reach  the station

at 5.40 AM in the early

morning.

Time you know, never

wait for anyone’s  convenience

and life is a long-winding

road full of hurdles.

Hurdles could be a blessing in

disguise only occasionally,

please remember.